Helena Bontham Carter as Trixie Holmes
20 year old version anyway
Eric Osborne as Miles Holmes
Sara Waisglass as Frankie Holmes
Lyndsy Fondseca as Tessa Gray
Will sighed as he walked passed the bakery on Saffron Hill, and smiled tiredly as the smell of Brittany Glaze, that only these bakers used on their loaves, filled his nostrils.
He stopped on the corner of the Fleet Conduit, leaning against the rough stone walls of a set of four storey apartment complex.
He felt a cold chill run down his spine at what nearly happened in Tessa's room. He rubbed his eyes furiously, and stared fiercely up at the dull, gray sky, a speck of rain coming down on his cheek, cascading down, looking like a tear, though it certainly wasn't.
He sighed, and started to run, and ran to the north-west corner of St. James Square, where he leant against another brick wall, breathing heavily, if there were any breath left in his lungs, a fiery pain scorching him, spread like a furious hurricane inside his chest.
He fell to the rough, filth ridden cobblestones, gasping for air, one hand on his chest, blackness like tide washing in and out before his eyes.
His chest concaved, and let out finally, letting him breathe, breathing in deep gulps of it, as if it were to disappear momentarily in any instant.
He closed his eyes, face sky-wards blinking back a crass stinging behind his eyes.
He felt himself sink to the ground, and sat there, leaning his head against the rough brick, his hands on his knees, wondering why at that moment, he wasn't skipping across field's hand-in-hand with the Reaper and his scythe.
He opened his eyes a millimeter to see three two worried faces above him, both female, and surprisingly, faintly familiar.
One of the girls was a younger version of Tessa, except with brown eyes, and the other girl was scantily dressed, thigh high slits in her black velvet dress, her wild back hair tickling her waist.
She was the oldest of the two.
She had the same eyes as Tessa, but the facial structure was out of proportion.
She had elegantly boned, gaunt cheeks, with bright, bold eyes, a daring look in them screaming BITCH ON THE LOOSE.
"Well, fuck me dead." Muttered the eldest one, her hands on her hips, staring down at him, a wicked glint in her eye.
"No, no thank you, not today." Said Will, shaking his head at the girl.
"I'm not from a Tart Shop you Scottish arse," she told him, her lip curled. "Up you get matey, dunno if Tess has told ya 'bout me and the others. I'm Bellatrix Holmes, and this little shite here is Frankie Holmes. The youngest sister. Now, would you like me and Frankie to take you back to the institute, or would you proffer us to take you to the nearest place where booze is not much unalike water. If you want to go to a booze house, we're not taking you anywhere up the East end, and certainly not anywhere near Cable Street. The Devil's Tavern is ruled out too. In fact, I have a manor up west end, with a fine Smirnoff in the cupboard." She narrowed her eyes, but crouched down next to him, and when she next spoke to him, her voice was kind.
"Come one Will. You're absolutely knackered. Trust me, the only two dangerous things you'll have to look out for is Mrs Hudson, and Gladstone, our bulldog."
"No, you don't have to worry about Gladstone. He's usually dead half the time. Due to constantly been under anesthetics and drugs made by Trixie. So, Gladstone is out." Frankie said, jamming her gloved hands into her jeans pockets. Will then noticed that she was dressed rather like Tessa was. Except she was wearing a lilac knit tunic, it ending at her knees, a thick collar around her chin.
He long brown hair was up in a chignon, and she blushed when she caught Will looking at her with apparent interest.
"I take that this idiot is none other than Will Herondale I presume Trixie?" said a man's voice.
Will looked sideways, and was greeted with what was only the more elder boy version of Frankie. He was pale, he almost had Tessa's virtual translucent skin, with a slim boned face, chocolate brown eyes, and a long straight nose.
He was wearing a white collared shirt rolled and buttoned at the elbow, with jeans and boots.
His brown hair was spiked and stuck up at all angles neatly, his eyes lowered as he looked at Will. "Miles, Miles Holmes." He said, shaking Wills offered hand politely. "I hope my sister has been polite enough to introduce herself?"
"Yes, yes Miss Holmes has. Plus, Tessa gave me a description, which is actually quite accurate to what I was thinking." Will replied thoughtfully.
"Want a hand up?"
Before Will could decline, Miles grabbed his hand, and pulled him into a standing position easily, as if he did that sort of thing every day.
"Now, are we going back to our place or the wherever the Shadowhunter's sleep Trix?" Miles asked, shivering slightly, crossing his arms.
"Don't I get a say in any of this?" muttered Will said with annoyance.
"Fuck him, let's drop him back at the institute. Don't worry Trix, you will be able to test that temporary paralism drug on him soon." Frankie assured Trixie, placing a pale hand on her sister's arm.
"What! I don't believe it, Tessa said you lot would have my guts for Bellatrix's garters. Apparently you lot hate me with a passion." Will said with nonchalance, staring at them through half lowered lids, now at his full height.
"Nah, Will, we don't exactly want your balls on a stick, because you only love her, you're not going to marry her." Frankie said quietly, having disappeared into Miles shadow. She still stood behind her brother, and Miles put a protective arm around her shoulders pulling her close.
Bellatrix sauntered over to him, and put two fingers underneath his jaw, tilting his face down to hers slightly.
Will took note that she was very beautiful, far more beautiful than Jessamine or any other Shadowhunter girl he had seen.
"Trix, what are you doing?" asked Frankie quietly, huddling closer to her brother. "Please, don't hurt him..."
"Who said I was Frankie? I see everything. It's my curse. But, I have never seen him. Other Shadowhunter's, but not him." Said Trixie softly, still staring at Will intently, especially at his eyes.
The look in her eyes was calm, foreboding, sad, a great sadness, and a terrifying beauty in their lightest blue.
She took her fingertips away, gave him a last intent look as if she could see the depths of his haunted soul.
"Will, your soul is beautiful, promising pale turquoise. Not mauve." She whispered, turning to black wisps, rising in the air, and vanishing to the cobblestones, a faint drizzle of London's rain came upon, the moment the wisps had gone.
"Er, Will, do you have the courtesy to show me and Frankie to where the Institute is? We'll get in another way, but...we got lost." Miles admitted, and embarrassed flush rising on to his pale cheeks.
Will smiled slightly, beckoning. "No harm done Mr and Miss Holmes. If you wish to proceed..."
"Mr Holmes-"
"Miles, please."
"Miles, then. How is Tessa still The Vicar of Dibley when she's been here for two nearly three months?"
"She's on holidays, and that is believed by the parishners of Dibley. She's away in China actually, according to the tale." Miles smirked, bumping shoulders playfully with Frankie, who seemed less cautious around Will now. "She has been their Vicar for 11 years, 4 months and 2 weeks. Besides, they absolutely adore her, and her three little sirs and little madam do too-"
Will stopped dead in his tracks.
